Lyrics:
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
struggle's not against flesh and blood (woah)
This world so cold
Life is not a game, it's a war for ya soul
Take yo last breath, where you finna go?
Tell me do
ahead, are we really in the same game
I'm bouta go bananas, forget the AK
Lemme go ahead and put on that blank face
Before I come and check yo ass like
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
hobby inspired by johnny gotti call me,
Give me the wallet because its time to collect,
V-S up in the johnny watch shining so clear
The face look
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
points of swimmin
Like Steady Pace know the cuts and the fly women
And so before we start this game
Simon says: get up, and yo, I do the same
(Let's
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Yo
Five in the morning
80 cash meet the plug with the .40 on me
I turn the paper into birds, call it origami
Fuck a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
been what you do how you go bout it
I'm gettin fly baby come be my co-pilot
Be with 5 stars baby I feel like yo gotti
Dig in yo soul baby I want yo new
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo’ head game some pressure
I think we look good
If I could do it one way
I would do it like this
Exactly how it goes
Everytime the beat hit
Pullin up like boom bap
That's a drive by on yo bitch ass
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
since seventeen
Hass got sixteen
How they take bro we was just into everything
Remember at sixteen
I told myself Ima get it by any means
And I got it
for position
Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion
Heavy weightier, I'm the champ, Mr. 3-2
Really though big baby and it's 2002
Wreck
Stay in yo lane stay in yo lane if this ain't what you do you in the way
My nigga's hustle all day they in the game
I got some hitter serving time
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
the DM like Yo Gotti
Fuck her tonight and make you want to kill her
I just found out that this bitch is a nympho
I broke her off, she said she can't
not a game
The steel cold if I unload the pistol
May His soul be witchu
I know BARS who you wanna be Ars'
That's why you stole those initials
Fuck who
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